Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

"But..."

Draco held the handkerchief in one hand, staring intently at the silver needle wrapped inside, and picked up the wand he had just put down casually from the lawn with the other hand.

Charlie raised his eyebrows and said nothing, but watched his next movements calmly.

"trans..."

As the incantation in his mouth gradually became louder and louder, the wand in Draco's hand also began to sway.

Charlie couldn't help but curl up the corner of his mouth, because he noticed that even though only one day had passed, Draco's movements of holding the staff were already exactly the same as his.

Whether it is the little finger raised slightly at an angle, or the index finger, middle finger and thumb gently pinching the stick body, there are no flaws.

This is really interesting... An inexplicable sense of accomplishment came to Charlie's heart.

Maybe I should try to be a teacher?

I feel like I should be pretty talented in this area...

Charlie couldn't help but think in his heart.

The top of Draco's wand slowly condensed with light as he chanted the spell.

"...figuration!!"

Finally, the last part of the transformation spell came out of his mouth, and Draco's wrist started to shake!

Just like when Charlie showed him the demonstration that day.

His wrist also flicked and danced in a beautiful arc in mid-air.

"Beautiful!" Even Charlie couldn't help but admire it in his heart.

But it's a pity... Although the posture is extremely beautiful, it is very different from my own spell-casting posture.

But Charlie already knew that he would fail again this time.

As expected.

The light burst out from the tip of the stick and accurately hit the silver needle, accompanied by a trembling sound of "Buzz!!!".

The needle, which had already begun to twist and turned from hard to soft, suddenly began to twitch uncontrollably.

It began to move wildly on Draco's handkerchief, and finally, accompanied by a puff of black smoke, it twisted into a ball, just like a used paper clip.

"Tsk..."

Draco lowered his head in frustration, pursed his lips, and his originally determined eyes disappeared without a trace, turning into a look of mourning.

"I originally wanted to turn it into an earthworm."

Draco drooped the corners of his mouth, raised his head and leaned against the big tree. Charlie, who looked relaxed, sniffed and complained.

"I thought I could do it after practicing all morning..."

As he spoke, Draco became angry and simply threw his wand on the lawn again. However, without stopping, he picked up the entire teapot and began to raise his head and pour water into his mouth.

Charlie sighed, and then lazily straightened up from the big tree he was leaning on.

He took the kettle back from Draco's hand and refilled the cup he had finished drinking. Charlie raised his head and said simply and directly

"You have fallen into a misunderstanding."

After saying that, he handed the water glass to Draco.

"Do you know what the essence of magic relies on?"

Draco took the water glass, his head froze as he listened to Charlie's question.

He frowned and after racking his brains for a while, he tentatively gave the answer?

"Recite a spell?"

"There are many wizards in the world who can cast spells silently. They don't need to recite spells at all when using magic. Think about it."

Charlie shook his head, with a dull expression, and directly denied Draco's answer.

"Magic...magic wand?"

Draco shrank his neck and tentatively gave an answer.

Charlie did not answer him this time, but stretched out his hand directly.

"Look carefully here..."

As Charlie spoke, the five fingers of his hand slowly opened and danced in front of Draco in a strange pattern.

Draco kept his mouth shut, followed his uncle's words, concentrated, widened his eyes, and focused all his attention on his hands.

The next moment, something happened that shocked him.

I saw clusters of fingernail-sized flames appearing out of thin air between Charlie's dancing fingers, and began to freely shuttle around the fingers, as if they were alive.

"This, this, this...!!!" The water glass in Draco's hand was not held firmly and suddenly fell to the lawn, and he jumped up from the ground with a "whoosh".

"What is this!? How is it possible!?"

Charlie was naturally not surprised by Draco's reaction.

"I once went to Nauru near the equator in search of a magical plant used to make candy... The wizards living there call themselves priests. They will carve tattoos with special meanings on their bodies to increase their connection with the world.

The perception of magic..."

Charlie opened his mouth and told a story.

"This replaces the function of the wand and achieves the effect of casting spells with bare hands."

Draco's eyes widened and his mouth opened slightly, as if he couldn't calm down for a long time because of this story he had never heard before.

"Do you know what I want to say?"

Charlie simply stood up and patted the grass clippings stuck to his pants.

This time he did not wait for Draco to answer. After asking the question, he gave the answer on his own.

"Whether it's a spell...or a wand. They are just the medium you use to communicate with magic."

"Spells are used to concretize the originally invisible magic so that it can be more easily perceived by wizards. The wand is used to assist and solidify the concretized magic through the medium!"

Draco's pupils couldn't help but light up. After hearing this, for some reason, an unprecedented sense of enlightenment burst out of his mind.

He took a deep breath and stared closely at his uncle's mouth, as if he wanted to imprint every word he said into the deepest part of his mind.

"The true essence that unleashes a magic is your brain, your consciousness, your spirit."

Charlie knelt down, picked up the wand that Draco had thrown carelessly on the lawn out of anger, and leaned over to insert it into the pocket of his trousers.

"The beautiful spell-casting movements are the icing on the cake for you. They allow you to cast the spell at a faster speed while ensuring that you can complete the spell. This way, you can react one step ahead when dueling or encountering danger.

."

"Obviously, Draco, you have misunderstood the point... What you need to do now is not to perfectly copy my spell-casting movements, but to make your spirit more useful to you. To be able to use your own thoughts in your mind."

Thoughts build the whole magic.”

After saying this, Charlie paused, and he deliberately looked into Draco's eyes.

The everlasting light of curiosity shining in his eyes made Charlie sigh secretly in his heart.

A light like this can only be seen in the eyes of a child.